Spider, Spider
(Just a bit of whimsey)
Spider, spider
In your glistening web
How do you put
Your children to bed?
Do you attach
Each child with
A sticky thread
Or let them
Hang loose
Hoping they’ll not fall
Upon their wee heads?
As a mother I know
How precious each one
Each tiny, new soul
But a child only so tight
in our hearts can we hold
Alas, we must each one release
And submit to God’s loving control
SoulSails 